The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-04-17

Coles. death in Barnville2 Z"
Mrs. John dropped the dumplint
which she was just rounding symmetri
calIy in the palms of her hands.
sGood gracious, Fanny! you've giver
me turn. When did she die and how
did you hear it?"
She was dying when Mrs. Stebbini
left BarnviIle yesterday, and Mrs. Miller
says the funeral will be to morrow"
"And they never sent me word o.
message! Well, that beats! But Their
we ought to make allowance for folks
when there's death in the family, anC
80 much grief and trouble, and such 6
lot of things to attend to. Besides, II
mightn't be convenient to get horse
and boy to come fifteen miles to let US
know; SO all the same, we'll go to the
funeral. 'TWouldn't look friendly, mol
like kin, not to do SO; and you can &c
along with US, Fanny, being john sis
ter-in-law. They'd take it kindly Of
you"
"Aud there's Mrs. HILL" said Fanny.
"She's some sort o. kin to the Coles on
the old mans side. Maybe she and her
daughter would like to go, as they We
got carryall of their own. III just run
round and let her know"
Mrs. John returned 10 her dumping
with deep sigh.
at does seem heartless aud unfeeling
to be making apple dumpliugs for dim
ner and ones husbands kin lying dead
in her coffin" she remarked to her half
grown daughter. LUCKY, there's that
cake we made for Sun &y's meeting.
I'll take it with me, for there III be sight
of folks from q distance come to the
funeral, and some of 'em will have to
stay to dinner. And you can get good
basket of grapes out of the garden.
Lizzie. They're early and won't come in
arniss."
And we must have plenty of white
| flowers. you know, ma" said Lizzie, in
lively excitement and anticipation; land
I'll wear a black sash with my white
dres,, like Judge Martins daughters at
old Miss Martin S funeral"
Wen all wear our black dresses"
said Mrs. Cole, sit looks more respect
full like; and I'm told it's the fashion at
funerals, even where there's no kim
So, next morning, bright and early,
, two vehicles were seen to leave the little
village, closely crowded with black,
robed figures, most of. whom carried
Wr6 aths and punches of white flow
ers.
In this part OF the country it was the
custom to have all "buryings" a. pre-
..cisely O'Clock, so the party had no fear
of being too late for the funeral.
Mr.. John Cole drove his own wagon,
and Mrs. Hill hers, containing her
daughter and a couple Of neighbors,
who, having slight acquaintance with
the Barnvllle Coles, considered it but |
friendly and respectful to the family to |
attend the funeral.
They went at q brisk rate uatil they |
Barnviile. whose principal |
street they entered at a proper and be-
coming funeral pace.
1t does seem to me as if a sort O.
shadder hangs over the place to-day"
Mrs. Hill observed, as she looked from
under her spectacles at the people pass
ing. Poor old lady! her death will be
felt, for better woman never lived"
"Look! there's the house, with the
parlor windows shet, and, 1 declare, lit
tie Jenny Cole carrying in chsers."
"And just see that pile of old ivy rub
Dish at the foot of the back steps
They've been fixing up the parlor with
garling on the walls, said another.
. Aud yonder's the minister, across at
himselfI" exclaimed Mrs. Cole. And
be in his everyday clothes, and looking
not bit downcast. Well l suppose he
hasn't had time to dress! !"
They alighted at the front-door, where
they were met by master Johnny, who,
suddenly boiling out. nearly knocked
1own stout Mrs. Hill before he knew it.
well. Johnny, now are your" said
Mrs. John, in tone OF COMMUNICATION.
And how is your poor ma, johnny"
She's very well, l thank yer,
ma am. answered Johnny. with par
rot-like politensss, while staring round I.
upon the visitors with beaming coun- !,
tenance.
well, Johnny, show us the way, and
90 and let your folks know that we're
here. He don't seem to care pit" she
added, as the boy skipped off; "but
.hen," looking around on her own eager
eyed offspring, children never can rea-
ize the awfulness of DEATH" I
They walk. d soIemniy into the parlor, :
the door of which Johnny had proudly
thrown open. and seating themselves in
} black row against the wall, rigidIy
awaited the appearance of one of the
.amily.
Its mighty strange that the coffin
sn't in here" whispered Miss Bates.
: And such show of howersI ALI sorts
If colors. tool"
Il smell cake" said Mrs. Hill.
Just then Master Johnuy's voice was
distinctly heard, calling at the head OF
The kitchen stairs:
"Bsss! say. Bessl Here's lot OF
olks come to the circus!"
Gracious goodness said Mrs. Cole.
Ibid you ever?" whispered Miss Hill.
And the two young Coles suppressed
! giggle.
Presently Master Tommy came skip
ping back.
II told en-" he announced, briefly.
Gran mas coming uow."
a little stir as the ladies settled them
in their seats.
BE quiet now!" whispered Mrs. Cole
o her daughter. They're bringing in
he colin"
The door opened. and there entered a
oortly. pleasant-faced old lady, who
ed out her hand to the visI-
ors.
They all simultaneously started to ,
heir feet, with various amazed e1cIama- {
ions:
Why, the lapd's sakeI" 0
Have mercy on us!" /
why Mrs C5le.''
The old lady stopped short, looking al
most ss surprised and bewildered as the :